<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:29:46.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-5983838243366010776</id><published>2007-05-27T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T12:26:47.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Derailed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Last night I watched a very good movie called Derailed. It is an American thriller&lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;drama based on a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Siegel&lt;/span&gt; novel and it is casted by Clive Owen and Jennifer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The protagonist, Charles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Schine&lt;/span&gt; (Clive Owen), is an advertising executive married to a schoolteacher in Chicago.  Charles' marriage is deteriorating due to the stresses of caring for a teenage daughter who is seriously ill with diabetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;While on a commuter train Charles encounters an alluring woman named Lucinda (Jennifer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;) — he had forgotten his fare and Lucinda offers to pay for it. The attraction is mutual, and the two begin meeting more frequently. Ultimately, the two are intent on consummating their affair in a shady hotel. Just as Charles and Lucinda are about to have sex, an armed man bursts into the hotel room, beats Charles and brutally rapes Lucinda. Charles and Lucinda agree not to report the crime, as they do not want their spouses to learn of the affair. Shortly after the incident, Charles is blackmailed by thief, who demands money in order to keep quiet about the situation.He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gave&lt;/span&gt; the man the money but he asks for more money u$$ 100,000 which is the quantity he had saved for his daughter treatment after that he is involved in money other crimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I will not tell you the end of the story just in case you want to see it. It leaves a good moral" we should think twice before being unfaithful because there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; things that we can lose".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-5983838243366010776?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/5983838243366010776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=5983838243366010776' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/5983838243366010776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/5983838243366010776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/derailed.html' title='Derailed'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-4782665971601580008</id><published>2007-05-26T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T12:30:00.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a kingdom called Greenland. The inhabitants of the kingdom were green vegetables.The entrance  was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forbidden&lt;/span&gt; to vegetables of any other colour . The king was and old asparagus who hated colours except green of course, and the queen was a conceited lettuce who did not love anybody but her. They had a handsome and strong pepper son, he was kind,generous and with a big heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The king trained his army to extinguish any vegetable of other colour who attempted to pass near his kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;One day the Pepper was riding his horse in the outsides of Greenland when he saw a beautiful red colour he had never seen before . He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;approached&lt;/span&gt; it and asked:" Who are you? and the sweetest voice he had ever heard answered fearfully "I am Beet and I live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colourfultown&lt;/span&gt; near here but I lost my way" She was crying but Pepper cried: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; worry you can come with me I will take you to my home""Are you crazy" she replied "I am red and the greens hate other colours" Pepper who was madly in love by that time told her he did not hate her as a matter of fact he thought she was beautiful and he liked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;He knew it was dangerous to take her to Greenland so he showed her the way to her home and arranged to meet there the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;They met at the same time the following day and the next day during a month.They were in love but they knew their families would never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;approve&lt;/span&gt; their relationship so they decided to run away to a place where they could be happy no matter their colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-4782665971601580008?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/4782665971601580008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=4782665971601580008' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/4782665971601580008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/4782665971601580008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/greenland.html' title='Greenland'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-4942856800054283231</id><published>2007-05-26T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:43:34.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurity 19-05-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have you ever suffered an assault or any other violent episode related to insecurity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The world is becoming more insecure and Tucuman is a good example of this. There are many facts that can confirm this assertion.To start with, there many robberies downtown.You go walking when suddenly somebody steals your purse and you do not have even time to react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Another problem related to insecurity is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kidnapping&lt;/span&gt; of people especially young girls who are raped and killed. There are thousands of examples but maybe one of the most known is the case of Paulina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lebbos&lt;/span&gt; who was raped, killed and left in an isolated place.Yet, nobody knows who were the murders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kidnappings&lt;/span&gt; are also practised to catch girls in order to make them work as prostitutes in different provinces. Marita &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Veron&lt;/span&gt;, for instance was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kidnapped&lt;/span&gt; from the front door of her house and she was taken to different provinces according to  her mother who is still looking for her. She thinks Marita cannot escape &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt; because she is under the effects of drugs or because the captors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;threaten&lt;/span&gt; to kill her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;From my point of ,the worst weakness of this government is insecurity.The governor Jose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alperovich&lt;/span&gt; must do something to stop this ,otherwise it will be impossible to walk in the streets as we will feel  unprotected. Police, should be prepared to help people in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The "planes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jefas&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jefes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hogar&lt;/span&gt;" should be avoided , people need dignity which means real jobs.Those "planes" rather than being a solution  are a problem because they are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; for people to live in a proper way and what is worst they want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; everything without doing any effort. When they do not get what they want from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; they steal because they are resentful with a society that does not provide with the same opportunities to everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-4942856800054283231?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/4942856800054283231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=4942856800054283231' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/4942856800054283231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/4942856800054283231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/insecurity-19-05-2007.html' title='Insecurity 19-05-2007'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-4281476834084327996</id><published>2007-05-26T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:45:40.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best teacher   18-05-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When I was in high school I loved my Language classes and I think in a way it was because the teacher was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She was quite short and chubby , she was not beautiful but she had a "light" that attracted everybody, she was very charismatic. But what I liked most about her was her simplicity and the way she used to approach the students. She was so nice and kind that we felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; to talk about anything with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I also admired her because she was a cultivated person, she seemed to know everything, not just only things related to her subject but different issues. It was a pleasure to hear her speech,she was passionate and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;transmitted&lt;/span&gt; her passion to the listeners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She taught us to think she said it was important to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;analytic&lt;/span&gt; and see everything from different perspectives, she encouraged us to go beyond the surface and she used to tell us not to let people to tell us what to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She took time to explain to us carefully whatever she was teaching, providing reasons, examples in order to make us understand her. Her classes were never boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She did not treat us like "just students" but like humans with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt; , feelings and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;problems.We could always trust on her and she was ready to give us help and support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She encouraged her students to get involved in social issues, to participate as active citizens because as she used to say the only way to change what we do not like is participating instead of complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We respected her because she respected us, she gave us the freedom to express our ideas and never said you are wrong on the contrary she was open to our comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She gave us tools to start living in society respecting everybody because our rights finish where the others start, as she used to paraphrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For everything mentioned above and for being an amazing woman is that I think my Language teacher was the best teacher I ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-4281476834084327996?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/4281476834084327996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=4281476834084327996' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/4281476834084327996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/4281476834084327996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-best-teacher-18-05-2007.html' title='My best teacher   18-05-2007'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-1475720815232023736</id><published>2007-05-26T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T09:11:37.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good book to read:"La viuda de los Jueves"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;" La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;viuda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jueves&lt;/span&gt;" is a great book written by the Argentinian writer Claudia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Piñeiro&lt;/span&gt;. The novel is written in a very attractive way, it draws a line between past and present and mixes  both all the time  to make the reader understand better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The story is about  the way in which rich Argentinean society live in a closed,exclusive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt; in the outsides of the city of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Buenos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aires&lt;/span&gt;, these places  are called "countries" in Argentina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Altos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cascada&lt;/span&gt; is a "country" where the story takes place. There are many big, beautiful houses not separated from each other with any fences.The place is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;exclusive&lt;/span&gt; and only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt; for the rich.Many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; live in the "country"sharing the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;standards&lt;/span&gt; of living and they want to keep it at any price. The problem is that at the end of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;presidency&lt;/span&gt; of Antonio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;DE&lt;/span&gt; La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Rua&lt;/span&gt; the financial decay of the country affected all Argentinean especially the people who lived in Altos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Cascada&lt;/span&gt; who were not able to adjust their lives to the new reality of the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;viudas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jueves&lt;/span&gt;"(the widows of Thursdays)is the way  women in the country used to call themselves because their husbands meet every Thursday to eat and play cards. That day the wives were free to go to cinemas,theatre or do other things. The nick Widows is like a prediction to what happens at the end of the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I will not tell the end but I recommend to read it, it is very interesting to know a reality very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; to ours, the middle classes. The book shows how frivolous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; can be. They do not have any scruple to do whatever, even kill in order to live in an ostentatious way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If you have the chance read this book is not only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; but also entertaining and it keeps the reader expecting what w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ill&lt;/span&gt; happen until the last page .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-1475720815232023736?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/1475720815232023736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=1475720815232023736' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/1475720815232023736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/1475720815232023736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-book-to-readla-viuda-de-los-jueves.html' title='A good book to read:&quot;La viuda de los Jueves&quot;'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-4834874402549121806</id><published>2007-05-26T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:34:43.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good book "La viuda de los Jueves"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-4834874402549121806?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/4834874402549121806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=4834874402549121806' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/4834874402549121806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/4834874402549121806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-book-la-viuda-de-los-jueves.html' title='A good book &quot;La viuda de los Jueves&quot;'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-1963741944627734444</id><published>2007-05-22T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T07:47:56.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst news  13-05-07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;In 2004  my brother was living in Spain, he is a chef and he was working in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;  while studying in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Karlos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arguiñanos&lt;/span&gt;' school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;By the end of August 2005  my family and I were preparing a welcome party for my brother who was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to visit us. We were very excited to see him again after a year of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Three days before coming my brother faint while walking in the street,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt; he was not alone and he was given the first aid after that he was hospitalised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;At hospital the doctors told him he needed to be operated because he had a heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;decease&lt;/span&gt; which was wear at his age, 28.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Obviously, my parents had to travel to Spain but the problem was that none of them have their passport ready, so they went to the embassy in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Buenos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aires&lt;/span&gt; and they were authorized to travel .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;They arrived in Spain  on September,15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and my brother was operated on October,5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. It was a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;complected&lt;/span&gt; operation with high risks, after that he stayed at hospital for a month to be controlled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Meanwhile, my sisters and me were suffering a lot because  we were in Argentina and we did not know the real conditions of my brother's health as my parents did not want to worry us.It was a difficult time we were anguish and desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;After three months, fortunately my parents and my brother return home, they said it was the worst experience they ever had but they also said that Spanish people were very kind and helpful not only the doctors and nurses but also all the other people who helped them in a way or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-1963741944627734444?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/1963741944627734444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=1963741944627734444' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/1963741944627734444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/1963741944627734444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/worst-news-13-05-07.html' title='The worst news  13-05-07'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-8766129587228172357</id><published>2007-05-10T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:12:28.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be patient!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I think patience is one of the most difficult virtues to cultivate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I remember myself waiting in many different situations and feeling so anxious and nervous because the absence of patience in my personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;There are many examples like when you go to the doctor's and your appointment is at 6 o`clock but for some reason you enter his door at 8.30. What do you do meanwhile?You start reading magazines(if there are) and then speak with other patients about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nonsenses&lt;/span&gt; like the weather, or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; show and after that you are so disturbed that you feel like killing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;secretary or&lt;/span&gt; anybody who is near you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Another annoying example of not being patient is when you are waiting for a phone call and the telephone does not ring. You stick to the phone thinking that only because you are near it, like a miracle it will ring.After one, two or more hours you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;get so&lt;/span&gt; furious and frustrated that you want to throw the telephone through the window as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Almodovar&lt;/span&gt;´s movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Patience is a virtue I admire a lot from other countries like Japan.I think meditation is a good practise to acquire it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-8766129587228172357?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/8766129587228172357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=8766129587228172357' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/8766129587228172357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/8766129587228172357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/be-patient.html' title='Be patient!!'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-5466413002237035849</id><published>2007-05-10T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:06:00.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy buy buy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; that nowadays buying is essential in modern life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt; the very moment we start watching TV, and that is very early, we are exposed to thousands of ads that show products as indispensable for us to have a beautiful and happy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The ads show gorgeous people smoking or drinking a certain brand and someway that seems to act in our brain to  impel us consuming as if we buy such or such brand of drink, cigarette or whatever,we will become all of the sudden in beautiful and successful creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Television&lt;/span&gt; influenced so much in the our choices even to buy simple things like rice or noodle we rely on TV.I think this influence is harmful especially for children who more than ever think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;possessing&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;synonym&lt;/span&gt; of happiness. They feel very frustrated when parents can not afford what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; "NEED" because everything seems to be necessary for them, from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PlayStation&lt;/span&gt; to a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not only children but also adults, especially women, have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;impulse&lt;/span&gt; to buy things that they do not need but just want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Technology has also increased the spirit of consuming because there are so many gadgets to buy and most of the people desires the last cell phone as to show status to give one example of the thousands there are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In what respects to me I can say I am a consumer; I do not know how to save . I am always tempted to buy everything especially when I am depress I can buy useless things that I regret having bought them after I feel better. I think that is a compulsive behaviour that shows how empty I feel sometimes and trying to fill that emptiness by buying is not a solution at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-5466413002237035849?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/5466413002237035849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=5466413002237035849' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/5466413002237035849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/5466413002237035849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/buy-buy-buy.html' title='Buy buy buy!'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-1950339841969605422</id><published>2007-05-09T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:22:45.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portfolios</title><content type='html'>I have attended to a teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; seminar about "portfolios as a whole picture of self".The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; took place at Carlos V Hotel, the talk was held by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lucrecia&lt;/span&gt; Prat Gay.&lt;br /&gt;I found the seminar very interesting as I learnt the importance of portfolios to see the progress the students do.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Prat Gay said" portfolios are pictures of product and progress, they include a carefully selected collection of student´s work that provides clear evidence of his/ her knowledge,skills and grasp of concepts in areas over a specific time".&lt;br /&gt;She insisted on encouraging students to feel comfortable and to help them build a self- esteem because as teacher we should not forget that we are dealing with people.&lt;br /&gt;One of the advantages of the students selecting items for their portfolios is that they develop a sense of what constitutes quality.&lt;br /&gt;Another advantage of portfolios is that help students to take responsibility for their own learning by evaluating and reflecting on their work.&lt;br /&gt;From my point of view portfolio are something that I would like to apply with my students but I do not know how yet.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am open to all the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;methodologies&lt;/span&gt; and strategies that may come and if somebody can help me with this issue , I would really appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-1950339841969605422?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/1950339841969605422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=1950339841969605422' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/1950339841969605422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/1950339841969605422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/portfolios.html' title='Portfolios'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-3837998844973010595</id><published>2007-05-06T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T13:48:53.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being in love</title><content type='html'>Being in love is the best feeling one can have.&lt;br /&gt;When you are in love you feel an adrenalin that let you do the craziest things you have never imagined to do.&lt;br /&gt;When you are in love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; great joy, everything is fine and all the problems diminish because you see them through the eyes of love.&lt;br /&gt;When you are in love all your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;senses&lt;/span&gt; are more awaken than ever: when you close your eyes the first image you see is your lovers, the best perfume is the smell of his skin, the sweetest sound you hear is his voice, the most delicious taste is his kiss and  when he touches you is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reaching&lt;/span&gt; heaven.&lt;br /&gt;When you are in love you are not alone anymore even if the love is not corresponded you have somebody to think in.&lt;br /&gt;When you are in love everything seems possible because your attitude towards life changes, you feel confident and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; in every way.&lt;br /&gt;For all I have already mentioned above I must say that being in love is the best state and we all must experiment, at least once .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-3837998844973010595?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/3837998844973010595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=3837998844973010595' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/3837998844973010595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/3837998844973010595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/being-in-love.html' title='Being in love'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-3929970746568304899</id><published>2007-05-06T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:48:53.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is the story of a man and a woman who were looking for each other for a long time but they did not know they were meant for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Irina was nice , not beautiful but attractive, very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; and with a noble heart. She had her heart broken for an insensitive ex boyfriend who was jealous and possessive. He wanted to control her, she could not give a step without his consent.After three years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unhappiness&lt;/span&gt; she decided to put an end to this sick relationship, it was not an easy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; , on the contrary she was afraid of his reaction, in fact he started to threaten her. Although she was very scared she did not surrender to the fear and she stock to her original &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;.She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pried&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pried&lt;/span&gt; for him to let her go and suddenly the miracle happened: he stopped bothering her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After six months of being shut away , Irina decided to live again, after all she was still young and she deserved a second chance, so she went with a friend to a pub.When she was sitting in the bar with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Elen&lt;/span&gt;, her good friend, she saw Joe a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt; man who she knew but never talked to him before. He went to the table where she was sitting and told her if he could sit there with them, Irina accepted and they started talking as if they knew for another life. They laughed and talked and talked, they where enjoying each other. They discovered they had many thing in common and since then they are happy together. They are in love but their love gives them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;oxygen&lt;/span&gt; to breath. It is a beautiful, quiet and huge LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-3929970746568304899?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/3929970746568304899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=3929970746568304899' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/3929970746568304899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/3929970746568304899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-story.html' title='A love story'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-6816320138643079152</id><published>2007-05-04T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:22:05.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be, that is the question!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The reading of the book Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde has led me to many reflections on humans' nature, feelings and behaviours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To start with, are we born good or bad? If we consider religion ( Catholicism) we are born with the original sin, that is to say we are not born good at all until we are baptized so according to this precept we are not good from the very moment we open our eyes to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As we grow up we learn many things in our family, we make the first steps to what is right and wrong and our parents have the moral obligation of showing  us what is good and what is not so we modify our behaviour.But what happens with those children who haven`t got parents? Does it mean they are going to be a menace to society?Because if nobody shows them the limits between good and evil ,then how are they suppose to know them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt; about this issue is endless and there are many points of views but in my personal opinion we are born good or bad of course that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt; influences on us but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;does not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;determine&lt;/span&gt; us. For instance, not all the brothers or sisters who are suppose to share the same education and values are the same.Within the same family one brother is very nice and kind while the other is the other way round. I think we know what is right and wrong , good and evil and we have the choice and the freedom to whatever we want to do. So the question is to be or not to be evil, and is our choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-6816320138643079152?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/6816320138643079152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=6816320138643079152' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/6816320138643079152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/6816320138643079152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is-question.html' title='To be or not to be, that is the question!'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-5388195747558029326</id><published>2007-04-29T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:13:09.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Against all odds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Stephen Hawking is a 65 year old scientist who has worked on the basic laws which govern the universe. He showed that Einstein's General Theory of Relativity implied space and time would have a beginning in the Big Bang and an end in black holes.&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 21 he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diagnosed&lt;/span&gt; a terrible disease called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALS&lt;/span&gt;( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Amyotrophical&lt;/span&gt; Lateral Sclerosis)characterised by progressive degeneration of the motor cells in the brain and spinal cord. Doctors told him he would live a year or maybe less. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; give up and he thought his body may not work at all but his mind could do it and he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to do whatever he could do. Now he is 65 he is living 44 years more than he was expected, he has a beautiful family( a wife, three children and one grandchild) and he is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;profession&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sn'&lt;/span&gt;t it? For me he is an example of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;, determination and love for life.&lt;br /&gt;He is an example for me when I complain for many silly things. I think most of us do not really appreciate good health we live like if we were timeless. We don`t see the beauty of the simple things because we are always expecting our lives to improve. The problem is we dont know in which way we want our lives to improve and in that way we go for life complaining all the time because we dont have this or that and we forget about what really matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And what matters? depends on each person, for some people family and friends are more important, for others job and career and for others money, unfortunately those who care only about money are more exposed to lose their way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I think it is useless to complain about what we cannot change instead we can try doing what we know we can do well, Stephen knew he couldnt move his body but he used what he knew was working: his brain.&lt;br /&gt;This man has showed me that when you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;determine&lt;/span&gt; to do something &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; can`t stop you. Against all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;odds&lt;/span&gt; he is giving the best of him. Bravo for his great courage!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-5388195747558029326?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/5388195747558029326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=5388195747558029326' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/5388195747558029326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/5388195747558029326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/against-all-odds.html' title='Against all odds'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-5086848144748362552</id><published>2007-04-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:28:18.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Big Brother is a controversial reality show.There are as many people who like the programme as people who hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Those who watch it daily think BB shows behaviours, situations, and feelings from real life furthermore, it shows participants the way they are. The question would be: are they being themselves or are they just playing a part?&lt;br /&gt;Those who are against the programme say that it is rubbish, it shows the worst of people, the participants stay in a house during four months doing nothing and showing all their miseries.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think we have all watched it at least once.Why? Because we are all voyeurs,we have the morbidity to know what people do indoors, how they behave when nobody watches them.So Big Brother represents a way to satisfied our "voyeurism".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Another question I have is what motivates people to to expose their lives in public? Is it the prize they pay to be famous? .I really don`t know but I 'm sure I wouldn't go there to expose myself to the cruel eye of others. I love having my life in private, so BB is definitely not for me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-5086848144748362552?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/5086848144748362552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=5086848144748362552' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/5086848144748362552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/5086848144748362552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-brother.html' title='Big Brother'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-2061133953216917808</id><published>2007-04-28T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T11:50:44.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;days when&lt;/span&gt;I feel I don`t wanna do anything at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; see everything through the eyes of desperation. Those day I rather stay home because I can`t bear anybody not even myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As women we are more fluctuating in our mood , docto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I don`t feel very well, it becomes difficult to write when I feel like this although sometimes sadness can be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inspiration.&lt;/strong&gt; Docto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;rs&lt;strong&gt; say It is a question of hormones, I suppose I can blame on the hormones I wanna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; from the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever I feel terrible I need to talk to my best friend Valeria who is the only person in this world I feel completely understood by. The only problem is that she is not here any more, she lives in Germany. Although we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chat almost&lt;/span&gt; everyday is not the same because I don`t want to want to up set her with my problems( in fact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are not problems, just a transitory feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;desperation&lt;/span&gt;).Besides she can`t do much from the distance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, can I do when I feel blue? Just let the bad times pass and wait for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; ones to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-2061133953216917808?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/2061133953216917808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=2061133953216917808' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/2061133953216917808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/2061133953216917808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/felling-blue.html' title='Feeling blue'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-4671969452041623720</id><published>2007-04-22T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:52:31.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate the ordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;think we live in a world where acquiring things seems to be more important than anything else. We want to earn money to buy everything our eyes see .The more material things we have the more we want. We think that if we have the last cell phone we are trendy , we are cool and if we have a good car ,Oh Gosh we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;!!. But what happens when we have achieved all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt; that we wanted to have? Is that enough to be happy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to return to the bases that is to say to start appreciating the ordinary, the ordinary means all those things that cannot be bought they are free and they can be reached by anybody at anytime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best things in life are free, for instance a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt;, a kiss a word of love, they can fill our hearts and move feelings that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; know that we had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring at the moon and the stars is so beautiful and by doing it we can figure the majesty of God to create a world so perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we feel blue and empty is because we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pursuing&lt;/span&gt; only material things so that when we cannot reach them we feel frustrated and when we can reach them they are not enough we need more. Optimistic people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;perceive&lt;/span&gt; and appreciate little things and that's why the are optimistic because with little they can be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever I feel sad I listen to music and dance and it's amazing how quickly I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt; to feel relieved and happy. I appreciate the ordinary because i think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;is the&lt;/span&gt; key to happiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-4671969452041623720?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/4671969452041623720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=4671969452041623720' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/4671969452041623720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/4671969452041623720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/appreciate-ordinary.html' title='Appreciate the ordinary'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-2186233957014050936</id><published>2007-04-21T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T08:54:58.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideal Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was a Child I used to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Estancias&lt;/span&gt;, a countryside place full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt;, trees and fresh air. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Estancias&lt;/span&gt; is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Catamarca&lt;/span&gt; but most of the people who spend holidays there is either from Concepcion or San Miguel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Tucuman. As a child I used to love it because I had many friends, my cousins and and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt; to play all day long, as an adult &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;annot&lt;/span&gt; say the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My family and I had a house there and the chance to go whenever we want. The problem is nobody want to go, I wander if it is because it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hadn&lt;/span&gt;`t change at all, it is like if the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;`t have passed there, everything remains 30 years ago. Having a holidays in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Estancias&lt;/span&gt; is more less like being in an Amish community. That could be good for some people but for me is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; boring, Maybe I can bear  it for a week but no any longer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My question is why a place which was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt; to me in the past is now so dull. I blame on the lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;improvement&lt;/span&gt; of the place, everything looks old and ugly, and civilization is far away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Estancias&lt;/span&gt;. The view is beautiful but something should be done to catch tourists' attention . Anyway, I prefer going to the see side  I love the sea, so maybe I don`t like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Estancias&lt;/span&gt; because of that too. For me, ideal holidays would be in an island in Hawaii or&lt;/strong&gt; in the Caribbean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-2186233957014050936?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/2186233957014050936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=2186233957014050936' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/2186233957014050936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/2186233957014050936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/ideal-holidays.html' title='Ideal Holidays'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-295299259301220471</id><published>2007-04-20T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:33:00.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brutality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Chinese boy who killed 32 people and then committed suicide in Virginia, USA last Monday really shocked me. I cannot stop thinking about that horrible crime .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;To start with, the fact that nobody realised the way the boy behaved leads me to the conclusion that we live in a selfish way where nobody matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;If we are not able to see that a person who is very close to us is  disturbed something is wrong with us, and if we see it( as same teachers and classmate said) and we do nothing is even worst. It shows our incapacity to connect with the others and to feel sorrow for the ones who are suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;On the other hand, it seems like America, in this case, never learn. How is it possible that a student have weapons in his dormitory ? Can anybody buy weapons? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;What happens with the University now? How will they continue? There many wounds to heal. Security is one issue to be very careful about from now on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Education is also an issue to take into account, teachers should teach not only academic contents but also values such as  respect for the ones who are minorities let say race, religion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;natitonality&lt;/span&gt; etc. We should learn to be tolerant and accept people the way they are. When we are not tolerant ,when we don`t respect and worst when we make fun of people's faults or mistakes, we generate a huge hate in their souls that in many cases end in brutal episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-295299259301220471?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/295299259301220471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=295299259301220471' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/295299259301220471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/295299259301220471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/brutality.html' title='Brutality'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-2441390037178101164</id><published>2007-04-15T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:31:15.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50- word piece on me</title><content type='html'>I'm a little insecure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;person sometimes&lt;/span&gt; but I think I have improved a lot. I'm sensitive, polite, friendly and open-minded. I love my family and friends and I always care about them. I appreciate the little things in life like sharing a talk with  a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-2441390037178101164?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/2441390037178101164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=2441390037178101164' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/2441390037178101164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/2441390037178101164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/50-word-piece-on-me.html' title='50- word piece on me'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-6977365975923102734</id><published>2007-04-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:22:45.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juliana and Ichi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDUnqa9cbvM/RiJ7hFXezWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/50yx-vO0Bc8/s1600-h/juli+-ichi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDUnqa9cbvM/RiJ7hFXezWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/50yx-vO0Bc8/s320/juli+-ichi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-6977365975923102734?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/6977365975923102734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=6977365975923102734' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/6977365975923102734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/6977365975923102734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/juliana-and-ichi.html' title='Juliana and Ichi'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDUnqa9cbvM/RiJ7hFXezWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/50yx-vO0Bc8/s72-c/juli+-ichi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-188348016219539327</id><published>2007-04-15T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:05:07.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mauricio's post about his father inspired me to write about the best person I '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever met who passed the way when I was 11 : my grandmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Her name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rosalba&lt;/span&gt; she was beautiful in every way.She was born in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Salta&lt;/span&gt;. At the age of eight she lost her parents in an accident. Since that fatal moment her life was very sad and tragic. She grew up in many different places , with different families and single aunts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Although her life was full of misfortunes I have never heard any word of complaining coming out from her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;She was kind, nice and quiet everybody loved her. She was like an angel she didn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt; in her heart. She was a generous person. I think she is next to God in heaven because I can't imagine a person better than she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vacationing&lt;/span&gt; in Mar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;del&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Plata&lt;/span&gt; and I went to the church and started to cry when my mother asked me why I was crying I told her "my grandmother, my grandmother". those were the only words I uttered the day my granny was dying. We didn't know it but I can say I felt her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;leaving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;During many months I was so sad but suddenly for my birthday I dreamed with her and she told me: " Honey, I want to be the first one to tell you 'Happy birthday' ". From that day I knew she was with me and our love would last forever without spaces or time limits. I'm 32 years old now and I still remember her as if she was alive I even remember her voice. she was especial to me and to  everyone who had the luck of meeting her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-188348016219539327?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/188348016219539327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=188348016219539327' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/188348016219539327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/188348016219539327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-grandmother.html' title='My grandmother'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-4442275540951083696</id><published>2007-04-15T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T11:30:36.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDUnqa9cbvM/RiJvTFXezVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/guKuM5AMuIA/s1600-h/3532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDUnqa9cbvM/RiJvTFXezVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/guKuM5AMuIA/s320/3532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-4442275540951083696?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/4442275540951083696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=4442275540951083696' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/4442275540951083696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/4442275540951083696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDUnqa9cbvM/RiJvTFXezVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/guKuM5AMuIA/s72-c/3532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-195460875685036149</id><published>2007-04-13T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:45:38.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens to Maradona?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It is very sad to see the way this man is living his life. He is destroying himself and it surprises me that a person who is supposed to have everything he wants doesn`t know how to deal with his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;First of all, I think people made him believe he is a god, actually he is so far to be a God that he can not manage the fact he is a weak man with many vices and no control of themm at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why can`t anybody help him? No doctors, no relatives , no friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;He has been to hospitals so many times lately: for drug abuse, alchool abuse, overweight, heart problems and the list is endless. If somebody really loves him should do anything to save him from dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Is Maradona alone? Because I can see many people who are with him to take advantage of his fame , money and popularity. Everybody want to be near him in the good times but when he is in sorrow who really is with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Maradona is known not only in Argentina but in the whole world.He generates money EVERYWHERE. If there are financial interests, then people who are in charge of them you be more concern about his health and his mental state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I admire him as the fantastic footballer he was but on no accounts can he be considered a good example to anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Unfortunatly, I think he has little chances to change his current health and emotional state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The"hands of god" is in the hands of GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-195460875685036149?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/195460875685036149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=195460875685036149' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/195460875685036149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/195460875685036149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-happens-to-maradona.html' title='What happens to Maradona?'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-2519003816990455510</id><published>2007-04-12T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T08:19:58.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Education is a right that we all have                          08-04-07&lt;br /&gt;That is why we fight&lt;br /&gt;Because we want free minds, free spirits,&lt;br /&gt;Free hearts, free souls free people…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is the opened door to a world&lt;br /&gt;Of  opportunities to a world of equality&lt;br /&gt;To a world where everything can be achieved&lt;br /&gt;Through effort, passion and strong believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is what motivates our hearts&lt;br /&gt;To follow the direction of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;To follow the direction of  wisdom&lt;br /&gt;To follow the direction of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education means everything for many of us&lt;br /&gt;But nothing for those who want to manipulate&lt;br /&gt;Minds, spirits, hearts, souls ,people…&lt;br /&gt;Only education means freedom….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-2519003816990455510?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/2519003816990455510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=2519003816990455510' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/2519003816990455510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/2519003816990455510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/education.html' title='Education'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-7564150918854356207</id><published>2007-04-12T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T08:10:51.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;When I was 16 years old I had the best opportunity a person may have in a lifetime, I travelled to Turkey as an exchange student with AFS( American Field service). I lived in Izmir with a host family for one year.I attended a Turkish school called Izmir Ozel Turk Lisesi where I learned not only the language but also a lot about their culture and customs.&lt;br /&gt;The language was really difficult at the beggining.I remember me having terrible headaches at the end of the day as people were yelling at me all the time( somehow they think by yelling you`ll be able to undrestand better,but believe me is the other way round).&lt;br /&gt;Religion marks a difference in what refers to culture.It is true that Turkey is one of the most cosmopolitan countries in the muslim world which allows them to be more open but at the same time they do respect and value their religion and customs. It is shocking to  listen to their "priest" saying "Allah" with louders that can be heard eveywhere in the city and people stopped doing whatever they were doing and  kneel down and pried.Another thing that might impress you is the way some women dress, some of them use black clothes covering even their faces , others just cover their heads with scarves and the rest and mayority wear what is fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;Turkey is a beautiful country. There are many beaches, mountains and other touristical attractions.Istanbul is a huge city ,very crowded and polluted but what you can see there is just amazing: beautiful mosques, museums , parks, and the well kown "Buyuk Bazaar"(Big Bazaar).It takes one day to know it. There are many stores where you can buy from pepper to carpets gold and even clothes. But remember never buying the price they first say you must bargain away otherwise they will feel dissapointed and so will you as it is part of the ritual of selling-buying.&lt;br /&gt;To finsih, I must say Turkey was the best experience in my life because I learned a lot about another country, about my country but especially I learned a lot about me. If you  have the chance to travel toTurkey don`t miss it. Turkey is great and Turkish are very good host willing to make the tourist feel as if they were at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-7564150918854356207?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/7564150918854356207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=7564150918854356207' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/7564150918854356207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/7564150918854356207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/trip-to-turkey.html' title='Trip to Turkey'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194692469658134376.post-5866517170413893003</id><published>2007-04-12T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T08:22:32.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is who I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My name is Maria Isolina Lazcano. I`m from Concepcion, Tucuman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I`m 32 years old and I`m single.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I work in a public school as an English teacher . I`m planning to finish my studies to be an English teacher this year, that is my goal and the motto of my life right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speaking about me is not simple I think that I`m a sensitive, kind, open-minded and quiet person. On the other hand, I`m not patient, I want things to be done at the time I want, I don`t like to be given orders by anybody and I run away from people who are always complaining about everything.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think life is beautiful and I always try to see the positive in everything, even when I have problems , as I see them as an opportunity to grow up and become a better person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have two nephiews who are twins and a geogeous niece, I`m crazy about them. My family and friends mean everything to me. I would like to finish my studies and have my own family but anyway I think I`m a happy person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9194692469658134376-5866517170413893003?l=isolatina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/feeds/5866517170413893003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194692469658134376&amp;postID=5866517170413893003' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/5866517170413893003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194692469658134376/posts/default/5866517170413893003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isolatina.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-best-day-of-my-life.html' title='This is who I am'/><author><name>Isolatina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909754405237635135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
